All Poems
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Giant Snail
© Elizabeth Bishop
The rain has stopped. The waterfall will roar like that all
night. I have come out to take a walk and feed. My body-foot,
Godolphin Horne,Who was cursed with the Sin of Pride, and Became a Boot-Black.
© Hilaire Belloc
Godolphin Horne was Nobly Born;
He held the Human Race in Scorn,
Microcosm
© Madison Julius Cawein
The memory of what we've lost
Is with us more than what we've won;
Perhaps because we count the cost
By what we could, yet have not done.
If What we couldwere what we would
© Emily Dickinson
If What we couldwere what we would
Criterionbe small
It is the Ultimate of Talk
The Impotence to Tell
King Borria Bungalee Boo
© William Schwenck Gilbert
KING BORRIA BUNGALEE BOO
Was a man-eating African swell;
His sigh was a hullaballoo,
His whisper a horrible yell -
A horrible, horrible yell!
Lucy Gray [or Solitude]
© William Wordsworth
Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray,
And when I cross'd the Wild,
I chanc'd to see at break of day
The solitary Child.
The Black Panther
© John Hall Wheelock
All day I feed him with my living heart,
But when the night puts forth her dreams and stars,
The inexorable frenzy re-awakes:
His wrath is hurled upon the trembling bars,
The eternal passion stretches me apart,
And I lie silent- but my body shakes.
The Beggar
© John Newton
Encouraged by thy word
Of promise to the poor;
Behold, a beggar, Lord,
Waits at thy mercy's door!
No hand, no heart, O Lord, but thine,
Can help or pity wants like mine.
Little Fugue
© Sylvia Plath
The yew's black fingers wag:
Cold clouds go over.
So the deaf and dumb
Signal the blind, and are ignored.
Little Abigail and the Beautiful Pony
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
There was a girl named Abigail
Who was taking a drive
Sonnet XIII: And Wilt Thou Have Me
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
And wilt thou have me fashion into speech
The love I bear thee, finding words enough,
On The Dead
© Walter Savage Landor
Yes, in this chancel once we sat alone,
O Dorothea! thou wert bright with youth,
The Hour
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
This is the world's stupendous hour-
The supreme moment for the race
To see the emptiness of power,
The worthlessness of wealth and place,
To see the purpose and the plan
Conceived by God for growing man.
To Constantia, Singing
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
Thus to be lost and thus to sink and die,
Perchance were death indeed!Constantia, turn!
In thy dark eyes a power like light doth lie,
Look Unto Me, And Be Ye Saved
© John Newton
As the serpent raised by Moses
Healed the burning serpent's bite;
The Court Of Penance
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Yet is there consolation. Overhead
The pigeons build and the loud jackdaws talk,
And once in the wind's eye, like a ship moored,
A sea--gull flew and I was comforted.
Even here the heavens declare thy glory, Lord,
And the free firmament thy handiwork.
In The Harbour: Auf Wiedersehen
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Until we meet again! That is the meaning
Of the familiar words, that men repeat
At parting in the street.
Ah yes, till then! but when death intervening
Rends us asunder, with what ceaseless pain
We wait for the Again!
Une Charogne (The Carcass)
© Charles Baudelaire
Rappelez-vous l'objet que nous vîmes, mon âme,
Ce beau matin d'été si doux:
Au détour d'un sentier une charogne infâme
Sur un lit semé de cailloux,
